I couldn’t stand the suspense so here is the rest of the comic.
And I checked to make sure the pages are in the right order this time TAKE THAT, PAST SELF!
To the anon who corrected me on my grammar: YOU WIN THIS ROUND!! /shakes fist
But this already went to print, so I probably will not fix it. Please just put on your “blind to bad grammar” sunglasses and pretend you don’t see the error.
This is… basically everything I had in my zine BUT. we will still be selling it at Otakuthon, Fan Expo Toronto, and Anime Revolution. Please come take a looksee! And if you do I will tell you all about the shape that I was so excited about that tumblr won’t let me post.
edit: oh my god literally right after I posted it I realized I got the pages wrong. WILL I NEVER LEARN
I need you all to look at this because it’s important
This ass is gorgeous, but that isn’t my point
My point is the presentation of the ass
I’m not talking about the camera angle, either. I’m talking about his pants. Just take a look at his pants for me. Look at how they’re baggy everywhere except his ass
Look at those pants and tell me that they did not glue them specifically to that man’s ass.
"Imagine Bucky as this very meek, silent presence when he first joins the team. Hydra had him trained to stay out of the way, to speak only when spoken to or when a mission required it, and the idea that he’s allowed to have actual conversational input is taking a while to sink in. So it’s not uncommon for him to go days at a time without uttering a word, and everyone just takes it in stride and does their best to let him know that he’s welcome to talk whenever he wants. It takes time, but gradually he starts to open up, volunteering his questions and opinions and disjointed little observations…
And god, his vocabulary is absolutely filthy.
It’s pretty obvious that he’s not trying to be aggressive or offensive. Bucky’s main source of social interaction for the last seventy years has been listening in on conversations between the various other soldiers, mercs and black ops guys who accompanied him on missions, so that’s who he parrots now as he learns how to speak for himself again. He can swear fluently in about a dozen different languages, and his repertoire of English vulgarities is enough to raise even Natasha’s worldly eyebrows.
“I’m gonna start a swear jar,” says Tony, kicking back on the couch as Bucky offers up his colourful interpretation of the evening’s news to the room at large. “Screw clean energy, clearly the real money is in swear jars now.”
“Hey, I can dig,” says Sam. “I’m learning some great new compound words here. And it’s not like he’s wrong about the mayor.”
It may not be deliberate, but it’s also not entirely unconscious. Bucky is perfectly capable of switching to perfect 1940s gentleman when he wants to: as far as the downstairs reception staff are concerned, he’s a boyscout. But when he’s relaxed, he always defaults back to talking like he’s in the trenches. Some jokes are made about the effect he must be having on the good Captain America, but Steve barely even blinks - it’s kind of like having his old STRIKE team back on site, if his STRIKE team were all to start talking through the same mouthpiece at the same time while under the misguided impression that Steve wasn’t really listening.”
(The rest of this beautiful post is displayed in the comic)